Uma starts a new river
You look at star | I look at you
A women
come in from star
give brith of her lover
clay, flower, leafs of grass with rain
the boy is made
from life
from beauty
from love
He was not someone's rib
not made to be sacrificed nor betrayed
He is made from
a women
come in from star
How about, now, we generate a different start, a different version of origin?
We come from a tender kindness, after a long trip.
We are not just a extension of an inevitable unmitigated tragedy-the story which has been told too many times.
We come from a tender kindness, after a long trip.
We are not just a extension of an inevitable unmitigated tragedy-the story which has been told too many times.